I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for stopping by on Love Our Lurkers Day. I had a lot of fun popping in on other blogs and saying hi. While I haven’t been a lurker for a long time (we all start out that way), I don’t comment very often.
I think I missed some people as I was trying to make the rounds, so I feel I should apologize to them. Sorry!!
I’m working hard on fixing the edits on my latest book and hope to have that published and available in a week or so.
Today is Love Our Lurkers Day here in blogland.
This is an almost brand new blog. It was started a couple of months ago. Then a few weeks ago, I changed the URL to my blog so my readers would have an easier time finding me. That seemed to have caused me to lose some of my followers. I still have a lot of work to do on this blog and I keep putting it off because I’m working on my next book. But I will get to it.
What I’m trying to say is that I don’t have many followers yet and I have no clue if I have any lurkers. If I do, if you’re out there, please say hello.
Come on, don’t be shy. I won’t bite. Today is Love Our Lurkers day and I’m looking forward to the opportunity to say hello back.
Feel free to ask any questions about anything.
Yeah, I know it’s Halloween today and Christmas seems to still be a long way off, but I’m still excited to post the new Santa Spanks! 2 book.
Here’s a little snippet for you:
Holly’s laughter had ended abruptly as soon as Mrs. Claus had made her appearance. Her eyes were wide with fear now. She hadn’t expected the other elves to tattle on her. After all, she hadn’t accused them of hiding her tool case.
“Holly? Did you do those things?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Holly answered. “But only to get them back for hiding my tool case this morning.”
“Well, two wrongs don’t make a right, young lady. Now get up and come with me to the kitchen.”
Holly put down her ribbons and slid off her stool. With her head hanging in shame, she followed Mrs. Claus to the kitchen.
“Go to that corner,” Mrs. Claus pointed. “You will sit there, on the naughty stool, for thirty minutes and think about what you did.”
“But they did something to me first!” Holly was on the verge of crying.
“I understand, Holly. That still doesn’t make what you did right. Now, thirty minutes in the corner and think about what you did.”
“Thirty minutes! That’s too long!” Holly protested.
“Would you rather I put you over my knee and spank your bottom with my wooden spoon, young lady?” Mrs. Claus’s voice was very stern.
“No, ma’am,” Holly’s voice quavered.
“Good, then go to the corner now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
3 Short Santa spanking stories.
Troublesome Elves: Five elves get in trouble with Mrs. Claus when they play too many pranks on each other. After giving them all a sound spanking, Mrs. Claus fears she’s been too harsh on the elves and confesses to Santa that perhaps she could have tried some milder punishments. Santa knows his wife, and he gives her exactly what she needs to feel forgiven.
Office Santa: Sheila Brennan gets more than she bargained for when her hot new boss dresses up as the company Santa. Tony Grayson has noticed her little mini-skirts and finds them inappropriate for business attire. He lets her know she’ll have to change her way of dressing for work, or he’ll take care of it by having her bent over his desk and applying his ruler to her bottom.
A Christmas Spanking: Dana Taylor returns home to the ranch she inherited from her parents. Chase Matthews is the cowboy who’s been running the ranch and he’s not happy with Dana’s careless actions around the ranch. The attraction between them is strong, but after several upsetting incidents, Chase decides only one thing will straighten up Ms. Taylor and it’s not long before she finds herself over his knee for a spanking.
Santa Spanks – Here’s a brief excerpt from the second short story in this ebook.
“So how many extra shifts are we talking about?”
Abbie looked down at her schedule and said, “Mark had six shifts a week, so I need each of you guys to take two extra shifts every week. I’ve worked the schedule out so each of you will still get one full day a week off.”
Bill took his time thinking about it while Abbie wondered why the hell he wasn’t finishing getting dressed. Why does this guy have to be so damn good looking, Abbie wondered. His well-developed arms and chest were sexy as hell, and his washboard abs made her want to cream her pants. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch and she had to look away quickly before he caught her looking there. She swore that bulge in his briefs had grown.
“Yeah, I guess I can help you out,” Bill said as he watched Abbie squirm in her seat. He thought she was getting a little hot and bothered with him still wearing nothing but his underwear.
“Thank you, I appreciate that. I will need you to be on time for every shift. If you don’t think you can be on time then you should just let me know now and I’ll make other arrangements.”
“I suppose those other arrangements would mean you hiring someone else and me being out of a job?”
“That’s exactly what it means,” Abbie responded. “I need workers I can rely and depend on to be on time and do their jobs.”
“Okay, what happens if I am late once or twice? Are you going to fire me?”
“I’ll have no choice, Bill. I’ve given you several warnings and if I don’t run this department in a businesslike manner, I’ll be out of a job as well. So please, just be on time.”
Bill walked over to the door and flipped the lock on. Then he walked to the desk, leaned over, and said, “Why don’t you spank me now, Abbie? Maybe that’ll motivate me to be on time and that way we can both keep our jobs.”
Abbie blushed and said, “Don’t be ridiculous; I would lose my job for doing something so outrageous. Just make sure that you’re on time for your shifts.”
“Come on, Abbie,” Bill urged in a low sexy voice. “Just pick up that wooden ruler you’ve been making your schedules out with and lay into my ass with it.”
Abbie squirmed in her chair. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to spank his ass with the ruler?
“Come on, Abbie. You know I’ve been a naughty Santa Claus and deserve a spanking. I’ll be good once you’ve spanked me.”
Three fun short stories about Santa spanking and/or being spanked.
Janey’s life is out of control. She spends too much money, can’t seem to keep her house clean, and is totally disorganized. Santa says he can help her but there’ll be consequences if she doesn’t do what he tells her. Will Janey let Santa help her?
Abbie’s job is running the Santa visiting center at the mall. But one of her Santa’s can’t get to work on time. He has a suggestion for how to bring him in line, but will Abbie go for it? If she does, will she get more than she bargained for?
Beth is exhausted from working overtime and trying to get her new house ready for hosting her first family Christmas. While having nothing but problems getting her tree trimmed and the rest of her decorations up on Christmas Eve, Santa pays her a visit and gets on her nerves telling her she isn’t doing anything right.
Beth gets sassy and it doesn’t go over well with Santa. How will he handle her mouthy wise cracks?
Warning: This story contains scenes involving adult spanking. Explicit sex scenes. If you are or may be offended by such material, please don’t buy this book!
Spank Her More is a collection of five short spanking stories. Here’s an excerpt of the first story, Flight Lessons.
When they both could breathe normally again, Margie said, “I was afraid you were going to give me another real spanking for that thirty foot bounce. But you didn’t even give me a fun spanking.”
“I should,” Bob answered gruffly. “I ought to take my belt and wallop your ass until you can’t sit down for a week. That would teach you not to be careless.”
“I wasn’t careless,” Margie protested. “I was talking myself through the whole landing and was surprised by the bounce.”
“You were overconfident, and that’s careless.”
“I was not overconfident!”
“You were. You made three perfect landings with me in the plane and then you got careless, thinking you had landings down pat.”
“I was not overconfident and I was not careless. I was doing everything exactly as you taught me.”
“Quit arguing with me, Margie. Or I might still take my belt and tune up your ass.”
Margie felt her belly twitch at the thought of Bob taking his belt to her ass. So far he’d only used his hand and a small leather strap for their fun spankings. Last week he’d used the ruler for what he had called a real spanking. She wondered what the belt would feel like; if it would be similar to the leather strap.
Another twitch zipped down her belly and she felt her pussy contract slightly. Her thighs squeezed together and suddenly she wanted to feel the snap of his belt across her bottom.
“Maybe you should,” She said softly. “I mean, if you really think I was overconfident and careless, then maybe you should use your belt on me.”
Bob looked at her out of the corner of his eye and said, “You better be sure about what you’re asking for. If I use my belt on you for carelessness and overconfidence, it’s not going to be a walk in the park or any fun. It’ll be a punishment spanking, worse than what you had with the ruler last week.”
“I realize that,” She answered. “But once it’s over, you’ll forgive me, right? You won’t be mad anymore, and you won’t give me a hard time about it, right?”
“Yeah, once it’s over, it’ll be over. All will be forgiven, and you’ll start with a clean slate.”
“I think I’d rather have that than have you repeatedly bringing it up to me that I was careless and how I put myself in danger.”
“All right, we’ll take care of it tonight. I’ll be at your house at nine o’clock sharp.”
Five hot spanking stories! Three short stories and two novelettes:
Flying Lessons: Margie is taking flying lessons from a former U.S. Marine who will bring her to task if she doesn’t follow correct flight safety procedure.
Sunbathing: Mary is enjoying an erotic audio book poolside when the pool man comes into the yard and sees more than he bargained for.
The Repairman: Cindy just bought a new house but has to keep calling the repairman to help her with her appliances that seem to continually breakdown. Jon informs her she’s in need of a good spanking if she doesn’t start maintaining them properly.
The Fall: Linda’s been trying to bring Domestic Discipline to her marriage for months. Her husband isn’t interested in spanking his wife. That is, until she falls and injures herself because she won’t listen to his advice. Will he finally give her the spanking she craves to ensure she will take precautions to avoid injury?
The Disciplinarian: After losing her husband in a tragic accident, Amy can’t seem to get her life in order. Kevin had always made sure she stayed on track. But he’s gone now and Amy needs someone to hold her accountable. Will she find what she needs when she hires a professional disciplinarian or will it be a terrible mistake?
“All right, Chelsea. I guess you’re gonna make me do this the hard way.”
He bent down slightly, positioning his shoulder at her waist, scooped his hand under her delectable rear, and stood up with Chelsea slung over his shoulder. Then he walked out of the elevator thankful that no one was milling about the hallway to see him manhandling her towards his room.
Chelsea was pounding on his back, demanding that he put her down. “What do you think you’re doing? Put me down right now!”
“Shut up, Chelsea. I’m not going to hurt you. But you are going to listen to me.”
She continued beating on his back and she kicked her legs, squirming and trying to get out of his grasp. But he held her tightly with just one strong arm under her ass. He dug his key card out of his pocket and swiped it to open the door to his room. Once he was through the doorway, he kicked it shut and went to the bed where he unceremoniously dumped her onto her back. In a flash he was on top of her grabbing her arms and pulling them up above her head. He held them there with one hand and looked at her angry face.
Damn, if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever known. She was going to hear him out tonight, but first he had to taste those luscious lips.
“Get off me! Let me up before I start screaming!” Chelsea bucked her hips to try and throw him off. He was too strong, she couldn’t budge him. She took a deep breath and was about to let out a yell when his mouth came down on hers and took that deep breath away from her.
She tried to turn her head away from his onslaught, she moved her head left and then right, trying to pull away. It was no use, he seemed to anticipate every move she was going to make even before she knew what she was going to do. His tongue invaded her mouth and she briefly thought of biting down hard on it. And then her body betrayed her.
Chelsea dumped Dan eight years ago after catching him in the arms of another women. Refusing to return his calls, Chelsea moves on with her life. Now it’s their ten year high school reunion and Chelsea is dismayed to find that Dan is there. Dan only wants a chance to tell her she was wrong and try to win her back. Sparks fly when they meet again, but the other woman is also at the reunion.
Chelsea has no intention of listening to what Dan has to say. She’s not going to give him the opportunity to break her heart again.
Dan ‘kidnaps’ her and takes her to his hotel room determined to force her to hear his side of the story. But one look at her luscious lips, and all thoughts of talk fly out of his mind and a hot, steamy night of love ensues.
When he wakes up, Chelsea is gone. Will he get another chance to explain what really happened all those years ago?
Excerpt from Jason’s Solution
“I’m tired of fighting, Elle. I don’t want to live like this. We’re going to start something new and we’re going to begin tonight. Right now.”
With his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her over his lap and began spanking her bottom over her panties.
“No! Stop it! You can’t do this to me!”
WHACK! WHACK!
“You will do your daily chores or be spanked.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“You will speak respectfully to me!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Stop it right now, Jason!” Elle kicked her legs and squirmed.
Jason held her tightly against his body by her waist and ignored her protests.
“You will keep this house clean and care for the children.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Ow! You can’t spank me! Let me up!”
“I will spank you every night if I have to.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“If your chores are not done, you will be spanked.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Do you understand?”
Elle didn’t answer. She was angry and her hand was hitting Jason’s leg.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“I asked you a question. Do you understand?”
“I’m not answering you until you stop spanking me!”
“I’ll stop spanking when you answer me.”
He smacked her ass three more times.
“I’ll take your panties down and spank you on your bare bottom if you don’t answer me,” Jason warned her.
“No! Okay, okay, I understand!”
Jason rubbed her butt for a bit, pulled her up and held her on his lap.
“I don’t want to have to do this again, Elle. But I will. I love you and I want our marriage to work. I want us both to be happy. If spanking your ass is the only way to get you to do your part, then that’s the way it will be. Understand?”
Blurb: Elle and Jason Hammond are a young married couple with two children. Jason earns enough income for Elle to be a stay-at-home mom. To Jason’s dismay Elle is not terribly interested in housekeeping. She’s happy to stay at home but prefers to spend her time watching TV, reading romance novels, and playing games online. On many nights Jason returns home from work to a messy house and no dinner. Elle always apologizes and quickly throws something together for him to work.
After a few years of this, Jason makes a chart of daily chores for Elle to complete. It helps for a few days, but Elle slips back into her old ways. Finally, at his wits end when he comes home to no dinner, toys all over the house, and discovers he has no clean clothes to wear to work the following day, he takes Elle over his knee and delivers a sound spanking.
Jason lays down the law and tells Elle she will be spanked every day if she doesn’t complete her chores. Will Elle put up this new way of life? Will she be able to break her bad habits and make her husband happy? Or will they be bound for divorce court?
Today is the 10th annual National Punctuation Day! For some fun links on the importance of proper punctuation go to the National Punctuation Day site.
The following letters show how important punctuation can be.
Dear John, I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart. I can be forever happy – will you let me be yours? Susan
Dear John, I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we’re apart, I can be forever happy. Will you let me be? Yours, Susan
If I knew who wrote this I would give them credit, but I have no idea who the author is.
Happy National Punctuation Day!
Today’s snippet is from Spank Her Very Much.
Gina makes her living burglarizing homes. She gets caught by another burglar who let’s her think he’s the owner. Enjoy the snippet:
He smirked at her and said, “So you’ve given everything back, huh? What the hell is this stuff? Something you just brought along for the fun of it?”
“Um…uh…I guess you just made me so nervous I forgot about the stuff in that pocket.”
“Yeah, right,” Brent responded. “I think it’s time I called the police.”
“No! Please don’t!” Gina begged. “Please, I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t call the cops. You’ve got everything now; can’t you just let me go?”
“I don’t think so; you’ll just keep on living this life of crime. I think it will serve the public more if we get you locked up.”
Gina was becoming even more scared. Her heart was pounding now and she had to find a way to change this guy’s mind. She had always had the ability to cry almost on demand. In this particular situation it was no problem at all to let the tears start flowing.
“Please let me go,” she sobbed. “I promise I won’t ever do this again. I just needed some money so badly to help with my sick mother. It was stupid. I know that now. But please, please let me go.”
Oh, she was good, Brent thought. But he knew she was lying and he knew the tears were fake. There just wasn’t a lot of sincerity in her voice. He’d enjoyed patting her shapely body while looking for more loot in her pockets and now he had an idea.
“You’ll do anything? Anything at all?” He asked her.
“Yes! Just name it! Anything!”
What if he wants sex? I can’t do that. Oh God, what did I just promise? What if he wants me to do something even more illegal than burglary?
Gina waited while Brent pretended to think it over. He knew exactly what he was going to ask of her. She wasn’t going to like it; but he was sure she would agree if her other choice was going to jail.
“Here are your choices,” Brent began. “Either I call the police and press charges or you submit to a spanking.”
“What!?” Gina exclaimed. “You want to spank me?”
“Or I can call the police. Which will it be?”
A spanking, she thought. How bad can a spanking be? Hell, it’s a child’s punishment. Then I can get the hell out of here and go home.
“And if I agree; you’ll let me leave without calling the cops?”
“Yep, that’s what I said. Cops or a spanking, which one would you rather have?”
Gina let out a big sigh and said, “Ok, I’ll take the spanking.”
“Very good,” Brent said. “I’m going to get off you now, but I’m still going to hold on to your wrists. Don’t try anything or there won’t be any further negotiations. I’ll call the police.”
She nodded her head in agreement.
Brent stood up and then pulled her to her feet by her wrists. He led her back into the bedroom and closed the door. Then he glanced at the windows to make sure the shades were drawn.
Still holding her wrists, he pulled her to the bed and he sat down with her standing between his legs.
“Drop your pants and your underwear.”
“What?! I didn’t agree to get undressed!” Gina protested. “What kind of pervert are you?”
“I’m not a pervert at all,” Brent replied. “But this will be a bare-bottomed spanking. Now drop your pants or I call the police.”
Gina Stewart makes her living burglarizing homes. She is caught while robbing a mansion by Brent Logan who leads her to believe he is the owner. He threatens to turn her into the police. Gina begs him not to call the police and promises she’ll do anything if he will let her go. He agrees on the condition that she submit to a spanking.
Warning: This story contains scenes involving adult spanking, and sexually explicit acts between consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen. If you are or may be offended by such material, please don’t buy this book!
“I’m withdrawing consent,” Christine announced as she sat down at the table across from Alex.
“What? You can’t do that!” Alex blustered in his Head of Household voice that he had refined over the past eighteen months. “I won’t allow it!”
Christine looked down at the food on her plate that she didn’t want to eat and wondered if she’d be in trouble after she told him he didn’t have a say about this. Would he think it was disrespectful for her to remind him that she had the right to withdraw consent? Would he accuse her of being bratty? Of not following his leadership? Would he jump up, escort her to the bedroom, and deliver the usual punishment for those infractions?
She was afraid to look at him because she knew he would see the challenge in her eyes. She didn’t know any other way to avoid him seeing that challenge other than by not looking at him. Her dark blonde hair hid most of her face as it swung forward when her head was lowered. She was within the bounds they had discussed eighteen months ago when they first embarked on this new dynamic for their marriage.
“Christine, what are you talking about?” Alex demanded. “What has upset you now?”
She took a bite of food and slowly chewed it, then swallowed it. There was every chance she’d be punished for not eating if she didn’t eat at least half of what was on her plate.
“I’m waiting, Christine. Are you going to answer me? Or are you purposely trying to provoke me?”
“I’m sorry, Alex.” She spoke without looking at him. “I cannot continue this way any longer and I am withdrawing consent.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He was almost shouting now as he repeated himself and she knew if she spoke to him in that tone with her voice raised, she would be given a spanking. In fact, the spanking would most likely not be the total of her punishment. There’d probably be something more such as writing pages of lines saying something like ‘I will not disrespect my husband’ or even some corner time.
Withdrawing Consent –
Christine and Alex Morgan are a young couple in their late twenties. Both are busy professionals and Christine has several outside interests. Her book club has chosen a new title called “Save Your Marriage the Old Fashioned Way.” Christine thinks it’s nothing but a way to take women back to the Stone Age, but she reads it for the book club and discovers the old fashioned way to save your marriage is by utilizing something called Domestic Discipline. Alex finds the book interesting and when the members of Christine’s book club next meet, they all decide to try this plan in their own relationships for a thirty day trial. Things go awry when Alex and Christine put this dynamic to work in their marriage and the question now is; can they get back on track and have a happy relationship?
